The most exciting part took place on Wednesday night when Mr. Peaches, who has been moderately sick, came into the living room where I was sitting from the dining room where his computer lives. I had been using his computer earlier in the evening to quickly check my email and obligatory social networking sites and knowing this, he said to me, "Could you come here for a second, I think you left something open on my computer."
Now, Mr. Peaches and I are pretty open with one another. I know nearly all of his internet passwords and vice versa, just from living together with only one laptop (which is almost always in the living room with us) for over a year and being lazy. Things like, "Could you check my email, I'm waiting on ....." are always said in our house. Because I hadn't been doing anything illicit on his computer (that day- I do all of my illegal/immoral activities from his computer- you know, since I'm going to be a teacher and all I can't have that stuff traced back to me), I knew something was up.
I figured one of his friends wrote something dumb, or he found a strange picture he thought I might enjoy. This hunch was confirmed because as I probed him with a stern, "What are you up to?" Mr. Peaches turned away and as he did I saw a huge smile plaster across his face right as he turned out of view.
When I got to the computer, this is what I saw:

I'd like to especially emphasize the "Congratulations! You have been admitted."
Congratulations! You have been admitted.
(TO LAW SCHOOL!)
While Mr. Peaches had remained so composed, when I saw the screen there was immediate screaming and jumping (this scenario is so indicative to who we are as individuals it's not even funny). And then suddenly we were both screaming and jumping, which gave way to dancing. Which began the intense two-day self-familiarization with Georgia and the University of. Like, for instance, where we live today the temperature "feels like" fourteen degrees and in Athens, Georgia the high this week is 55. We took the Google Street Tour of our new, warm city.
This admit has been a long time coming and the road certainly has not always been one of confidence. Mr. Peaches took the LSAT in September and scored quite high, in the 95th percentile (meaning that only five percent of test takers scored higher than he did), but he didn't apply to many safety schools- actually, just one, and only two target schools (from which, under the right circumstances, he could be rejected): University of Georgia and The Ohio State University, both ranked 35 in the US. He applied to OSU on November 1st, along with several other schools (ten in all), and since then we have heard crickets. Nothing, nada, zilch.
Now, while I remained confident that Mr. Peaches was going to go to law school somewhere his confidence was really beginning to wain. It's been ten weeks! I would always need to remind him that Christmas and New Years weeks really.don't.count. You have to be patient. Secretly the waiting was starting to get to me, too.
But now, Mr. Peaches is FOR SURE going to law school, somewhere, and it's somewhere warm, we are always reminding each other. And it's a somewhere where he is guaranteed to get a good job.
Go Mr. Peaches.
Also, Georgia is The Peach State. Coincidence? I think not.
Also, Georgia is The Peach State. Coincidence? I think not.
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